Hubert and I- Episode Two

There was a man who had been keeping tabs on Hubert and suddenly, it dawned on me that it was the same person I had spotted at the hotel earlier on seated few tables away from Hubert. 

Hubert sat across the table which I had occupied and I could tell by reading his body language that he was not comfortable. Looking deep into his eyes I could tell that Hubert wanted us to be someplace else, alone. “Would you rather we left this spot?” I had asked him and looking across the room he nodded. He gently stretched his hand towards the bill , picked it from the table and before I could utter a word, he had summoned the waitress and settled the bill. “After you ma’am”, he whispered and hurriedly but gently he led me out of Roberto’s an Italian restaurant situated at Cinemax building. Hubert had appeared like he did not want to be spotted by someone or people and he had tried as much as possible to avoid attention. The man in a black suit followed Hubert closely as he led the way to the parking. Hubert walked across to passengers side and opened the passenger’s door for me. It was a black metallic Mercedes Benz which  had been well polished. Hubert had summoned the man in a black suit and from their gestures it was evident that Hubert had asked the man to leave. They stood there talking as  I observed keenly from the passenger’s window. Hubert was looking very handsome in his white official shirt, his black pants and in his red tie which he wore in all his state functions. Looking down at his polished shoes I imagine that they were very expensive shoes, designer perhaps. His face was smooth as if he had just shaved that morning or perhaps the previous night. The setting sun reflected so well upon his brown chocolate skin. The man in a black suit was hesitant for a moment, he glanced at me with a piercing look and away he drove. Hubert hopped into the driver’s seat buckled up his seat belt and turned around to face me. “Buckle up sweetheart it’s gonna be a crazy ride.” Hubert whispered in his hoarse voice  “To where?” I asked gazing into his big brown eyes. “Relax mademoiselle and enjoy the ride,” he responded with wink. Smiling I looked outside the passengers window. There was a nice smell of fresh worn cologne, Hubert smelt nice. He must have worn very expensive cologne I had thought to myself. It had a light, fresh, fruity and musky scent. My mind drifted away for a moment and I could not believe that I was seated next to Hubert the man of my dreams. The man I had a crush on, the man I could have never imagined in a million years would be looking or even talking to someone like me. We belonged to two separate worlds. Hubert came from a royal background. He went to international schools and lived half his life in abroad. Everything about him reflected wealth without him having to show it. Amazingly, he was very humble, gentle and so kind. He appeared to be full of life and there was a mystery about him that I was eager to unravel. “Hannah! Hannah!” I heard Hubert calling out my name from a distance. It felt as though he was calling me from thousand miles away. It is then that I realized I had wandered away . “Where were you?” he asked in a gentle tone. “Felt like I was driving alone,” he complained. “Umm am sorry, my mind drifted there a bit.” “What? You were gone for a while!” he confessed and smiled at me. Hubert looked like a teenage boy going on his first date. All excited and very careful with his moves, it seemed like he calculated every move he made. His smile revealed his perfect dental formula. Nails had been well manicured and I could tell that his touch was gentle by the way he held on to the driver’s wheel. Everything about him was perfect.

The security guard at the entrance to the hotel inspected the vehicle and gave a big salutation to Hubert. The gate was opened wide and as we drove into the hotel I did not fail to observed  how well acquainted Hubert was with the staff and the place. At the entrance to the hotel in bold letters it was written “Voyager Beach Resort”. Observing Hubert, i saw that he felt more at ease here. It was like his second home I had thought to myself. Hubert had a designated parking area and as soon as he had parked his Mercedes he stepped out and ushered me out of the passenger’s seat. You could not have failed to notice how well-mannered Hubert was, it spoke volume about his upbringing.  His good manners were engraved in his heart and they came out naturally. Gently touching my back Hubert led me through to the reception. 

At the sight of Hubert, all staff were alert and yet at ease.  They greeted him with so much respect and admiration. He cracked a few jokes with the security guard at the reception entrance and genuinely complimented the young lady at the reception. It was evident that the entire faculty had a great admiration for Hubert. “They all seem to like you.” I commented. “Well it is because I like them too, and I treated them like family.” He responded with a beam. My admiration for this man was becoming intense with every single gesture he made. As we walked past the swimming pool, I noticed that Hubert was getting acquainted to the residents of the hotel. However, he would rush back to me and to check on me “Are you okay Hannah?”  “Yes Hubert never been better.” “Are you sure?” he would ask as if not contented with my initial response. “Yes, yes I am” and with that assurance he would smile sheepishly. Hubert maintained a distance from me as we walked and I could tell that he was really fighting the forces of nature. He had a reputation to guard, having been newly elected in his new office and having to portray an image of being an ideal family man. I also had reputation of my own to guard and I knew that being with Hubert I had to be very careful since he was a public figure. Such people always made news and I was not going to let myself be part of the media headlines. He was the best tour guide I must admit since he eloquently described every function of the hotel and I could feel how passionate he was about it.

The door that led to the presidential suite was wooden, hard and heavy. One had to be really careful and alert whilst opening it otherwise chances of being smashed by it were very high. I had really felt for the door man as  he really had a hard task there by the expression on his face. Hubert had hurriedly walked straight in and for a moment there it felt like I had been forgotten. “Hannah!” I could hear him call out my name from somewhere inside the building. “Come right in,” he called out. In awe I walked into the building not knowing where exactly I was heading to. Everything in the suite was magnificent. The wall paints had mixed blend of lavender and ivory and the tiled floor was sparkling. I could actually see beneath my dress. The white linen drapes had been drawn revealing the white sheer blinders. There he was pouring us a drink from the bar. The bar had been positioned at the far corner of the living room next to the forty two inch television that had been mounted on the wall. Hubert offered me a seat which I accepted gladly. I could not help but stroke the white fine vintage leather seats with my two hands. It felt exquisite and expensive. I could tell that the paintings on the wall were expensive not that I knew much about painting but it all felt exquisite. Everything in that suite had left me bamboozled. “Would you like a tour around the suite?” Asked Hubert as he offered me a drink, “Oh by the way, sorry I did not ask you what drink you would like to take,” he went on “I felt that since you were my special guest I should offer you one of my special cocktails” he confessed. Sipping the cocktail which I liked, I stood up from the seat with my glass held firmly in my hands and followed Hubert. The suite had five master en suite bedrooms and in each bedroom there was a queen size bed with sheets and duvet neatly spread. Each room had a closet the size of a normal  bedroom with a huge dressing mirror. As if that was not enough, in each bathroom there was not only a shower and bath tub but also a Jacuzzi. The seats in each room were white leather seats. There was a thirty two inch television in each room. The presidential suite had a well equipped kitchen which had been fully stocked. There were other two separate bedrooms that had been fully furnished and beds well spread. These two rooms had one bathroom to be shared. There was also a study room located underground. It had shelves filled with books, an executive table with an executive leather seat. “This is where I spend most of my time when am here,” admitted Hubert as he sat on the executive leather seat and swung from one end to the other. He looked so handsome seated on that seat and it had suit him perfectly. I had noticed a pool table at the far end corner of the study room. “So you play pool?” I had asked in admiration. “Yes! I love pool!” he had exclaimed with enthusiasm. It helps me a lot when my mind becomes stale. “You play yourself?”  “No, never have.” “It is interesting!” He exclaimed and insisted on showing me. Hubert had arranged the balls on the table with a triangle object and as he was putting the balls in place he briefly explained the pool game to me. He had lifted what he referred to as the cue stick from the corner of the wall where they had been placed and asked me to join him at the pool table. Standing close behind me, Hubert took both my hands gently placed them as supposed to on the cue stick. His touch was as gentle just as I had imagined it to be. His hands were masculine and yet very soft as if he had never worked in his entire life. As he moved closer I could smell his light, fresh, fruity and musky cologne. I could feel him breath heavily behind my back. As much as he wanted to remain professional I could tell that my curvaceous body was having a huge effect on him. I could feel the room suddenly becoming hot or was it that our bodies were unexpectedly generating excessive heat. Hubert’s gentle touch became firm, his breath much closer than it was before. My heart was beating faster than normal and I knew then that it was time for a drink. “Hubert, I think I need to get my drink now.”